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"It's pretty obvious." Dave took another sip of coffee, a hint of a smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. "You worry about everyone, but the way you look at her? While doing your special paired fusion attack? Not subtle." He put the cup down and leaned against the back of the sofa again. "In...

"Probably. She sure was desperate to see you and make up for, you know, getting possessed." Dave opened his eyes and picked up the coffee again. Couldn't fall asleep. The fucking parasite. He blinked blearily as he sipped from the cup. "So when are you going to ask her out?"

"I mean, all kinds of shit." Brisa's expression had softened. Maybe it was something else she was pissed about. Whatever. "She came here looking for you, to make sure you were okay. Thought this was totally different from your episode with the Shadow Machine because that was just pulling out...

"My point is that's fucked up." She was definitely pissed at him. Figured; she rarely wasn't. Why the fuck was she pissed about this? He was far too exhausted to try to figure that out. "Guy recruits his own twelve-year-old daughter into his criminal organization, sends her out to -- she...

"Well, if anyone doesn't let it go, let me at them. Literally possessed by a fucking parasite. Do they have any coherent concept of moral responsibility." The parasite. Couldn't forget about the parasite, at the lab. God. He put down the coffee cup and rubbed at his eyes. "She tell you Giovanni...

Dave blinked up at her as she put the coffee in front of him. Wait, what? She didn't look like she'd ever intended it for anyone else. "...Thanks," he mumbled. He pushed himself vaguely upright, picked up the cup and took a sip. She'd added something to it that he couldn't entirely identify...

"That's good. She was here and we talked and... yeah. Fuck her fucking dad, huh? Team Spectrum's just one big fucking terrible father convention." In more ways than one. He smelled coffee, vaguely wondered if he should ask her to make him some too, but she was probably pretty pissed at him...

"'m fine." Dave shuffled into the kitchen, put the bag down and managed to shift enough stuff around to fit it on a shelf in the fridge. He should get going again, interrogate the fucking parasite. He stood there looking at the door, breathing in and out, his body heavy and unsteady. Fuck...

Dave stumbled his way home after the encounter with Saltriv, the takeout bag swaying. He just had to get in the kitchen and leave it. So long as he could still deal with the parasite. Ask the right questions. What was he going to... Fuck. One way or another, he made it home and managed to open...

Thank you, thank you Without further ado, the long-awaited (for the last three days) actual chapter one, wherein we actually meet our protagonist (and immediately bring the narrative to a halt while he inner monologues for like seven straight chunky paragraphs). Exciting! Chapter 1: The...

Dave started to shrink away from their touch, but some curious feeling of calm came over him and stopped him. For a moment he stood there dumbly, eyes closed, the vine wrapped around his back. "Yeah. Thanks." A moment later he realized Saltriv had done something. A... was that technically a...

1. What are you impressions of the kids so far? Are there any you're particularly interested in following at this point? The characterization of the kids is really strong and coherent! It's one of the biggest strengths of the book to me. Tobias's horrible home life naturally causes his desire...

Dave stared at them, his stomach twisting into a knot. Fifteen. Another fucking kid running around on Team Spectrum this whole time, and he didn't even know. Maybe he should've guessed. A flicker of anger at Diyem floated into his head. On another day it could have been a proper fire, but right...

Empathize...? Dave blinked. Saltriv was out there draining corruption by empathizing with people? That was the big secret of corruption management? Christ. He took another deep breath, pressing a paw to his forehead. The headache from this morning was still pounding at the inside of his skull...

"But why wouldn't-- How does that work? Like, why can you drain some corruption and not some other corruption? What's--" Probably another fucking arbitrary Cibus thing. Goddamn it. "Please try," said Shadow quietly, behind him. Was he still there? Why? He was just fucking... going home, asking...

He stumbled over. "Hey, so--" Talking was hard with a bag in his mouth. He put it on the ground, wobbled on his feet again. "Look, you're... you drain people's corruption, right? I mean, okay, maybe just the Blacklight part, but -- that's got to be an improvement, right? You can help Soda." He...

Dave'd bought way too much food, especially for not managing to eat a whole lot of it. He was going to head to the lab and deal with the parasite, he swore to God, but first he was going to have to drop these leftovers off back home. Couldn't do much of anything carrying all this shit. The...

Reviewed chapter 47 of Salvage.

Well I will just have to keep awkwardly posting reviews for chapters 35 chapters ahead of where the thread is >:/

Welcome to The Quest for the Legends, an original trainer fanfic that I originally started in 2002 when I was twelve, started rewriting from scratch in 2004, and then completed in 2018, exactly sixteen years after it started. I have plans to do a proper rewrite of this story. This is not that...